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September 29, 2007

What Really Goes On When I'm Not Here

The morning after my weekly "knitting night" at Panera, Carter recited this poem to me. I promise you that I instantly rushed up to ask Jeff if Gray really fell on his head. He didn't. It was the only thing they could come up with to rhyme with bed.

I have to put "knitting night" in quotations because it's really just a cover. I mean, occasionally we will dig out our yarn and needles and actually KNIT something, but sometimes we end up just talking and venting and it becomes a wonderful therapy session, plus bread.

I am regretting now, though, that I didn't get a little knitting done because I've needed a gift for a close friend that is moving away and we're having a dinner for her tonight. I just haven't found the perfect present that seems to feel right. So I've decided to knit her a handbag. By tonight. I better get to it...

I really need to learn how to knit! Your son such a little doll face. Oh, and I thought it was so funny you noticed the Pedipeds. I told my whole family what you said about them. They were all doubting the practicality of camo shoes. ;)

I think this week was a bit more heavy on the therapy than the knitting, but we can make up for it next time. :) I have promised things too, so I can't slack off next time. Need to get better at doing both at the same time!